niceguy2002tim
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Note: This is a role playing type story, where you create a character and write for them. You can interact with other character, just keep it tasteful. The following people have agreed to take part in the story...
Niceguy2002tim, Daciasdesire, Lostandfounder, Gystex, OoohKitty, Zingiber, Augy6666, Antics, Gizmoo69, Deathofcards
Other who are invited, are...
Jakelyon, Kendalh6969, Torg, AaronWebster, Sim8425, Android1966, Switch76
Anybody not listed are welcome to join. All I ask is keep it tasteful and put some thought into your character.
Lastly, Enjoy and have fun!
Chyoo Murder Mystery
Heather pulled her lower lip into her mouth and bit softly down on it as a pleasure filled moan escaped her. She pressed her left hand against the wall to support herself, while her right hand moved between her legs. The blonde slipped two fingers between the pink folds of her pussy and began to massage herself. The hot, steamy water showering down on her large breast caused her nipples to perk up. She was deep into the moment, rubbing her clit and pushing herself to a gushing orgasm when the door bell rang. At first she didn’t hear the door bell, but after it rang it’s “ding dong” a couple times she found it impossible to ignore. She reached down with a little hesitation and turned off the shower, then proceeded to open the door and step out into the steam filled bathroom. Heather grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around her wet hair into a homemade turban. Once her hair was up she slipped into her white robe and pulled it tight around her tiny waist. The doorbell rang out again, reminding her that the caller wasn’t going away until she opened the door.
Heather made her way across the bathroom floor, leaving drops of water on every tile that she stepped on. She walked into the living room and felt a nice change of texture under her feet. The black and white bathroom tiles had been cold, while the plush carpet in the living room was warm. The 23 year old house-wife didn’t bother with the peephole, instead she flipped the deadbolt and pulled open the door.
“Good morning!” came the greeting from the male caller.
“Richard, I thought that was you,” Heather replied, “why don’t you come in?”
Richard was a very attractive 25 year old, he had the blonde hair of a surfer/beach bum and the tan and physique to match it. During the afternoons Heather knew that the beach was exactly where Richard spent most of his time. It was in the mornings that he worked for the post office, and today like every other day he was wearing his gray uniform and carrying the mail bag.
“You’re all wet,” Richard said. “Did you start without me?”
Heather blushed and giggled, “I was just getting warmed up for you.”
Richard tossed his mail bag on to the end of the couch and moved toward the beautiful blonde with her white robe and hair up in a towel. The young lovers met with their lips first, as the shared a series of hot, wet kisses. A couple seconds later the young man’s hands were all over the tight blonde, he unraveled her towel-turban and allowed it to drop to the floor. Heather’s long flowing hair fell free and reached half way down her back. Once the towel was off, Richard made quick work of her robe. The white cotton robe fell around Heathers ankles. Richard bent down and slipped one arm under the back of Heather’s legs, then he swept her up off the floor and into his arms. He carried her from the living room, into the kitchen. Richard lowered Heather’s naked round ass down onto the top of her breakfast island. The marble material was cold against her skin and sent goose-bumps up her arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up,” the beach-bum told her as he climbed on the Island.
Heather took control by mounting her hunky lover. She sunk herself down on his large 9-inch hard-on, it slipped into her already wet pussy. Richard let out a little sigh as he buried the full length of his rod into Heather’s small box. She moved her body over his, allowing her perky nipples to brush against his chest. Then she pushed down hard, forcing every inch of his thick penis into her. Richard slipped his hands from the petite blonde’s hips, over the curves of her body and to her C-cup breasts. Heather sat up and raised her arms to her damp hair. As she moved quicker, bouncing up and down on top of Richard his hands squeezed and pinched her nipples. Heather reached up and wrapped her hands around the hanging pot and frying pan rack above her head. Once she had a good grip she used the muscles in her arms to pulled herself up and down on the large throbbing cock. Heather watched the expression on her mail-man’s face and was pleased that it matched hers. She felt the first little waves of a much larger orgasm flowing through her lower body.
“Oh god yes, fuck me Heather!” Richard moaned as he slammed his hips up and down. Heather matched his speed and both of them came hard and fast, Heather threw her head back and screamed out her lover’s name over and over, between panting for breath. She collapsed on to Richard’s muscular chest and they both came down from their own orgasms.
“So what do you have for me today,” said Heather, motioning towards the mailbag.
Richard finished buttoning his shirt then made his way over to the mailbag. He reached inside and removed a couple pieces of mail. “Let’s see. It’s mostly bills for your husband… Oh wait… here’s something with your name on it,” he said handing her a large brown envelope.
Heather read the front and saw it was addressed to Heather and Alex McKay. She ripped into one side of the envelope and removed a folded piece of paper. “What’s it say?” Richard asked.
Heather read the letter out loud, “Dear Heather and Alex, you have been selected to take part in the first ever Chyoo Murder Mystery television program. You are invited to an all inclusive 14 day stay at the Chyoo mansion, where your only obligation will be to take part in the taping of a new reality television program that focuses on Chyoo. As incentive, the winner of the 14 day contest will be rewarded a $250, 000 publishing contract.”
Heather looked longingly at the screen of her laptop computer. She had left it open and on the screen was one of the many steamy sex stories she had written.
“Are you going to go?” asked Richard.
“I dunno…” she responded.
“I would go if I were you. Trust me, I’ve read your work before and I know there are lot of other people who deserve to read it too.
“You know, you’re right!” Heather said with a smile, “now you better get out of here before Alex gets home from work.”
Inside the Chyoo Mansion
Several days later Heather found herself inside the Chyoo mansion on the arm of her husband. She looked around the large room that they were in. She saw a couple heavy, oak wood end tables with tall brass lamps sitting on top of them. Between the tables was a huge leather couch and on either side was another couch. The sofa’s had been arranged in a U-shape with another of those oak tables in the middle. The one in the middle however was a small flat coffee table. Heather noticed that all three of the couches were loaded with people. She counted and discovered that there were just over a dozen people in the room. Her eyes moved to the front of the room, where the open U of the couches was. Standing there was a short, portly man in a tuxedo.
“May I have you attention?” asked the man. The room went silent and everybody focused on the person who had spoken.
“The Master will be with you shortly, please take a minute and introduce yourselves to your fellow Chyoo’ers,” he said before turning and leaving the room.
Meeting the others…
Niceguy2002tim, Daciasdesire, Lostandfounder, Gystex, OoohKitty, Zingiber, Augy6666, Antics, Gizmoo69, Deathofcards
Other who are invited, are...
Jakelyon, Kendalh6969, Torg, AaronWebster, Sim8425, Android1966, Switch76
Anybody not listed are welcome to join. All I ask is keep it tasteful and put some thought into your character.
Lastly, Enjoy and have fun!
Chyoo Murder Mystery
Heather pulled her lower lip into her mouth and bit softly down on it as a pleasure filled moan escaped her. She pressed her left hand against the wall to support herself, while her right hand moved between her legs. The blonde slipped two fingers between the pink folds of her pussy and began to massage herself. The hot, steamy water showering down on her large breast caused her nipples to perk up. She was deep into the moment, rubbing her clit and pushing herself to a gushing orgasm when the door bell rang. At first she didn’t hear the door bell, but after it rang it’s “ding dong” a couple times she found it impossible to ignore. She reached down with a little hesitation and turned off the shower, then proceeded to open the door and step out into the steam filled bathroom. Heather grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around her wet hair into a homemade turban. Once her hair was up she slipped into her white robe and pulled it tight around her tiny waist. The doorbell rang out again, reminding her that the caller wasn’t going away until she opened the door.
Heather made her way across the bathroom floor, leaving drops of water on every tile that she stepped on. She walked into the living room and felt a nice change of texture under her feet. The black and white bathroom tiles had been cold, while the plush carpet in the living room was warm. The 23 year old house-wife didn’t bother with the peephole, instead she flipped the deadbolt and pulled open the door.
“Good morning!” came the greeting from the male caller.
“Richard, I thought that was you,” Heather replied, “why don’t you come in?”
Richard was a very attractive 25 year old, he had the blonde hair of a surfer/beach bum and the tan and physique to match it. During the afternoons Heather knew that the beach was exactly where Richard spent most of his time. It was in the mornings that he worked for the post office, and today like every other day he was wearing his gray uniform and carrying the mail bag.
“You’re all wet,” Richard said. “Did you start without me?”
Heather blushed and giggled, “I was just getting warmed up for you.”
Richard tossed his mail bag on to the end of the couch and moved toward the beautiful blonde with her white robe and hair up in a towel. The young lovers met with their lips first, as the shared a series of hot, wet kisses. A couple seconds later the young man’s hands were all over the tight blonde, he unraveled her towel-turban and allowed it to drop to the floor. Heather’s long flowing hair fell free and reached half way down her back. Once the towel was off, Richard made quick work of her robe. The white cotton robe fell around Heathers ankles. Richard bent down and slipped one arm under the back of Heather’s legs, then he swept her up off the floor and into his arms. He carried her from the living room, into the kitchen. Richard lowered Heather’s naked round ass down onto the top of her breakfast island. The marble material was cold against her skin and sent goose-bumps up her arms. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up,” the beach-bum told her as he climbed on the Island.
Heather took control by mounting her hunky lover. She sunk herself down on his large 9-inch hard-on, it slipped into her already wet pussy. Richard let out a little sigh as he buried the full length of his rod into Heather’s small box. She moved her body over his, allowing her perky nipples to brush against his chest. Then she pushed down hard, forcing every inch of his thick penis into her. Richard slipped his hands from the petite blonde’s hips, over the curves of her body and to her C-cup breasts. Heather sat up and raised her arms to her damp hair. As she moved quicker, bouncing up and down on top of Richard his hands squeezed and pinched her nipples. Heather reached up and wrapped her hands around the hanging pot and frying pan rack above her head. Once she had a good grip she used the muscles in her arms to pulled herself up and down on the large throbbing cock. Heather watched the expression on her mail-man’s face and was pleased that it matched hers. She felt the first little waves of a much larger orgasm flowing through her lower body.
“Oh god yes, fuck me Heather!” Richard moaned as he slammed his hips up and down. Heather matched his speed and both of them came hard and fast, Heather threw her head back and screamed out her lover’s name over and over, between panting for breath. She collapsed on to Richard’s muscular chest and they both came down from their own orgasms.
“So what do you have for me today,” said Heather, motioning towards the mailbag.
Richard finished buttoning his shirt then made his way over to the mailbag. He reached inside and removed a couple pieces of mail. “Let’s see. It’s mostly bills for your husband… Oh wait… here’s something with your name on it,” he said handing her a large brown envelope.
Heather read the front and saw it was addressed to Heather and Alex McKay. She ripped into one side of the envelope and removed a folded piece of paper. “What’s it say?” Richard asked.
Heather read the letter out loud, “Dear Heather and Alex, you have been selected to take part in the first ever Chyoo Murder Mystery television program. You are invited to an all inclusive 14 day stay at the Chyoo mansion, where your only obligation will be to take part in the taping of a new reality television program that focuses on Chyoo. As incentive, the winner of the 14 day contest will be rewarded a $250, 000 publishing contract.”
Heather looked longingly at the screen of her laptop computer. She had left it open and on the screen was one of the many steamy sex stories she had written.
“Are you going to go?” asked Richard.
“I dunno…” she responded.
“I would go if I were you. Trust me, I’ve read your work before and I know there are lot of other people who deserve to read it too.
“You know, you’re right!” Heather said with a smile, “now you better get out of here before Alex gets home from work.”
Inside the Chyoo Mansion
Several days later Heather found herself inside the Chyoo mansion on the arm of her husband. She looked around the large room that they were in. She saw a couple heavy, oak wood end tables with tall brass lamps sitting on top of them. Between the tables was a huge leather couch and on either side was another couch. The sofa’s had been arranged in a U-shape with another of those oak tables in the middle. The one in the middle however was a small flat coffee table. Heather noticed that all three of the couches were loaded with people. She counted and discovered that there were just over a dozen people in the room. Her eyes moved to the front of the room, where the open U of the couches was. Standing there was a short, portly man in a tuxedo.
“May I have you attention?” asked the man. The room went silent and everybody focused on the person who had spoken.
“The Master will be with you shortly, please take a minute and introduce yourselves to your fellow Chyoo’ers,” he said before turning and leaving the room.
Meeting the others…
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